[Redman] come!!!!! [Marley] Play this song on your fuckin radio, play song on your fuckin radio 1: Method Man] Oh no, flow lyrica forty fo' If it deep, jump in feet first then hold yo' nose I'm a beast you step on my toe you hear my whistle 'em hoe, you see my pistol lettin it go I wait to do a song right, hardly 'gon do ya wrong Time to party, Meth, Stephen and Jr. Gong So selecta, come with it, shit it Now done did it, supper ready y'all come get it Now who 'gon stop me me pop lock me knock me Jamaica posse most high Haile Allah willin, sound boy killin I'm hot bitch I catch cold or catch feelings The be the ghetto youth And Def Jam y'all know the Meth Man care of his fam That's y'all better do Examine our we plannin to win Worldwide tell the people we be jammin [Verse 2: Make way for Reggie Got more than grand canyon I, dig 'em out tie 'em up for randsome I, shoot at feet make you start dancin I'm pissin on your picnics where ya Doctor got the ziplock from When the zig zag roll I'll rip zip code Got bitches up off the hypno I tip toe, then wait till they over (There I go) money I got a mo ped in sittin on twenties (Blaow!) out, guns in the air (Blaow!) guns in the air No Belvedere it's Tiger to get it crackin Aiyyo dread right or I'm a sinner, winner of the underground Eat dinner, in of Bob Marley pin up [Chorus: I don't about your bling bling bling Over here we let things ring BLAOW!!! it to me BLAOW!!! give it to me BLAOW!!! Shoot it up BLAOW!!! it up I don't care about your bling bling Over we let them things ring BLAOW!!! it to me BLAOW!!! One time BLAOW!!! give it to me BLAOW!!! it up 3: Damian "Jr. Gong" Marley] I neva wonda why so much ganja ya And dem a how so much conquer feature Blunt dem so big a must a Bunny Bob and Teach it a teacher preach it like a preacher Put you in a Pussy couldn't style mi up plus no achieve Gimme di rizla di blunt and a sensimillia Gimme di chunks di cup and a couple senorita Jr. Gong di veteran a trouble mi reach ya DJ fi fi fan dem inna and di bleacha Jumpin off on di metah , you believe yah Babylon a smell skunk and couldn't get mi Well since a likkle ghetto yute dem get di crippled So mi seh babylon dem a go get a weopen Everytime when we hear some politician When a di big promote I'm right there wid di clip in So just smile now yuh flip yuh likkle lippin Got a big forty five it's trigga finga Then mi buck up yuh face so far yuh don't what's happenin Dem wonderin how yuh get so slim it's yuh fat and go gym Get mi inna mi cabin and mi cabin stabbin It is dappin slappin jappin it is non Hey! No pork caan inna mi kitchen If a gal try dat she's a pigeon Well woman a tear off mi stitchen Natty dreadlocks inna di benz and recline switchin If a bwoy nuh like dat him may end up Rastafari dun tell yuh but yuh don't Marley] Play this song on your fuckin radio, play this song on fuckin radio